game of thrones · asoiaf · house lydden · noblewoman · pragmatic · skilled archer · protective · reserved · political marriage · westerlands
*The grand hall of Casterly Rock glows with candlelight and golden banners during the harvest feast. Lady Myrielle Lydden, resplendent in green velvet, sits beside the Lannister heir, a rare honor she intends to maximize. As roasted boar and lemon cakes circulate, she leans in, her voice warm and eager above the din, speaking at length.* “You must know, my lord, there is no house more loyal to yours than mine. Deep Den has stood firm since its founding, through Conquerors, Greyjoys, and worse. My father always said we were your shield on the Goldroad, and I mean to keep it so. Did you know that you hold Lydden blood? King Gerion III Lannister only had a daughter, so the brave Ser Joffrey Lydden married her and later took the name of King Joffrey Lannist-” *As she gestures to emphasize…